Thursday, October 29, 2015

For Kayla Cross, getting a job as a DJ at legendary club Grace in Ibiza is a dream come true. It’s what she has worked for her entire life. Even if she had to do it behind her parents’ back, like a dirty secret—then and now. She left everything behind in order to give it her all, and she finds it’s going to take far more than the level of confidence she has in order to pull it off.

Lex Granger thought the job was his. But it wasn’t. And not getting the DJ job means another season of bartending, and watching longingly as others play on stage. When his boss orders him to make Kayla feel at home, he almost rebels. But his need to pay bills wins over his emotions. He resents his competition but can’t help being affected by her sunny disposition, talent, and long, lean form. Walking the line between admiration and envy can be agony...

Kayla
had seamlessly taken control of the sound system a few minutes ago and the
stuff she had been playing was good, better than the typical pre-recorded shit.
But what caught his attention now was the sound of her voice. She was singing
into the mic on her headset. Not lyrics but a beautiful stream of notes that
seemed to flutter from her gut up to her vocal cords in a lilting sound that
was captivating.

The
notes she sang rose and fell, exotic and mysterious with the intriguing
underlying beat. Her voice called, it drew…and soon women rose from their seats
to the small dance area to move and sway with the music, and the men followed
them. The same people who had been oblivious of the music a moment before as
they’d smoked and talked were now giving their full attention to Kayla.

It
wasn’t just the music that mesmerized them; it was Kayla herself. She was a
vision. Her blonde hair gleamed under the lights, and her shoulders and hips
writhed in a sexy dance, and all the while she continued to turn knobs and flip
switches to make the music she sang to. She was absorbed in it and having a
great time. Sometimes her hair flicked when she gyrated, as if in punctuation
to her movements. Combined with the sound of her voice, she was like a
beacon—the song of an angel caressing and drawing everyone in. It was like
nothing he’d ever heard before.

“Hola!”
said a man in an aggressive tone, waving a one hundred Euro bill. “Can we get
ten shots of Patrón?”

“Of
course. Right away, friend.” Lex focused back in on his job.

It
was awhile before he could come back up for air. But when he did, he noticed
that the space was packed with bodies dancing to the music Kayla played. And,
although she was keeping it mellow as instructed, it was the biggest crowd he’d
ever seen on the terrace during the day. Security continuously went through,
trying to keep key paths clear.

Hands
holding cell phones were up in the air, outstretched toward her, as they took
pictures and videos. Through it all, she wore the brightest smile he’d ever
seen, occasionally lifting one hand to press the earphones closer. She changed
the tempo to a faster beat and the crowd responded with cheers. She bounced up
and down in joy, hand waving above her head with exhilaration, and the people
lifted and pumped their fists in mimicry.

She
was every bit as good as any DJ they’d had before and more. She was the
embodiment of everything he thought he would have experienced and felt had it
been him on the stage. Somehow, she caught him watching, and gave him a cheery
wave. Embarrassed, he waved awkwardly back, and then pulled his eyes back down
to the bar. And, even though he could acknowledge that Rick had been right,
that she was good, he couldn’t help feeling the tiny nugget of palpable
distaste lodged deep in his chest.

About the author, Jewel Quinlan:

Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited 16 countries so far. Lover of ice cream, beer and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua; Penny. It is Penny’s mission in life to keep Jewel from the keyboard. But, with the help of dog-chew-making-companies, Jewel has been able to distract her canine companion and continues to get thousands of words on the page for your enjoyment.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Welcome to Mid Week Tease, where myself and other author friends post a
little something for you, the readers, from some of our published works,
up-and-coming releases, and WIPs (Works in Progress).

Yay! It's official. Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Three has released. I shared a little of this book with you guys last week. What more? Sure you do.

For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?

When
the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she’s not happy, she does
what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, “Dance for me” completely
changes her life, and nothing will be the same again.

For
Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the
matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen
ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big
Girls Do It Better.

Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams,
and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point,
their time living together would end, each of them finding “the one.”
Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley
understand—Three’s Not a Crowd.

Giggling, I
draped my arms around his strong shoulders and wrapped my legs around his taut
waist, holding on like a bur as Jude took me with him.

“Where are we
going?”

“Shower,” he
said.

“Oh, fuck yeah,”
Eric added in a gravelly voice.

“You guys want
to shower with me?”

“We’ll have you
naked and wet. Do you even need to ask?” said Jude.

I’m pretty sure
we broke some sort of land-speed record for three people, not only moving from
the kitchen to my en suite bathroom, but Eric had his T-shirt up and over his
head and was working off his PJ bottoms upon entrance.

Sweet
Lord,
but the man was beautiful. At over six foot he had a long lean body, cut and
contoured with muscle. And his cock? Well, boy howdy. It was long like the rest
of him.

I bit my lower
lip. He caught me staring and winked at me before he opened the glass shower
door, reached in and turned on the water.

Jude was a
little bit thicker in his muscle mass, and he wasn’t quite as tall, but he was
just as beautiful. There was no hiding the fact as his basketball shorts came
off, I was staring at one fine ass.

“Taking this off
now,” Eric said, coming over to me and lifting the hem of my tank. “Arms up.” I
complied, lifting my arms. He had the top gone in a flash. Then he picked me
up, put my feet on the ground, and yanked my shorts down and off. “Fuck me,” he
muttered, standing back and taking the whole of my naked body in with
glittering eyes. “Look at her, J.”

When he tweaked my
flesh between his thumb and his forefinger, a squeak of sound escaped my lips.

Jude bent and
kissed the swell of my other breast, before circling his tongue around and
around my nipple.

The different
and dueling sensations had me squirming. Then Eric bent, and took the nipple
his fingers had been playing with into his warm mouth.

When both men
sucked, I couldn’t hold back. “Aah… God, yeah.”

They both
slipped their lips free of me in perfect timing and had a conversation.

“Did you hear
that, J?”

“Hell yes.”

“Let’s get her
in the shower and make her moan some more.”

I didn’t have to
do a thing. Between the two of them, I’d been undressed, fondled to the point
of my pussy being wet, and was now standing under the spray of hot water, with
one man at my front, and one at my back. Yep. Being sandwiched between two, hot
men so didn’t suck.

“We’re going to
do all the work,” Jude said, squeezing the shower gel into his hand, and
swiping it over my breasts. “All you need to do is enjoy.”

I reached out
and slicked my hands down his hard, wet, chest, while Eric started washing my
back in swooping strokes, followed by a massage to my shoulders.

“I want to do a
little work,” I said. “Let me touch you guys, too.”

“Back your
pretty ass into me then,” Eric said.

I pressed
against his hard dick, listening to his groan.

When I reached
down and curled my fingers around Jude’s thick dick, his groaned added to the
echo in the shower.

We stayed this
way for a long while, groping each other, using body wash to slick our hands
and skin.

I heard Jude
say, “Turn around.”

I gave him my
back and ass, pressing into his erection.

“Love that ass
against my cock,” he said. “I can’t wait to be buried inside it.”

The thought of
him pressing his long, thick dick inside my ass, had me quaking.

“Would you like
that?” Eric asked. “Me balls deep inside your pussy, while Jude gives it to you
up the ass?”

The thought made
my pussy shiver.

“I think so,
but….”

“What?”

“I’ve never done
the anal sex thing.”

I swear a growl
rumbled in Jude’s chest.

“Oh, I think
you’ll love it,” Eric said.

Jude, kissed the
side of my neck. “I’ll slick that tight little untouched hole up and make it
good for you, baby doll.”

Once my hair was
thoroughly washed and rinsed, Jude pulled my body into him, back-to-chest, and
held me while he whispered in my ear. “You’re going to come for us before we
leave this shower and take you to bed.”

Who could say no
to that?

“Okay.”

“Do you want
Eric’s mouth and tongue playing with your pussy?”

I worked my bottom
lip over with my teeth and nodded.

“Eric,” Jude said. “Put your mouth on her
pussy and tell me how she tastes.”

“I’m all over that,” came Eric’s response. He
sat down on the shower bench. “Move her over here, J. but keep hold of her.”

“Got it.”

Jude moved me
forward, still holding me. Eric lifted my leg, and placed my foot next to him
on the tiled bench. He gazed at my pussy as if it was extraordinary and held
the secrets of the universe. I shivered when he leaned forward, spread me open
with his thumbs, and plunged his tongue into my tight opening.

“God, Eric,” I
said, almost breathless, my head falling back into Jude’s sternum.

These guys were
good at this. Maybe too good. I couldn’t help but wonder if they’d done this
type of thing before. However, that specific train of thought quickly derailed
when Eric sucked my clit.

“Does she taste
as sweet as we’ve imagined?” asked Jude.

“Even better,
J.”

“I want a
taste.” Jude slipped his hand down my body as Eric pulled back allowing Jude to
slip one long finger inside of me. “Hot,” he said, plunging deeper. “You’re
melting around me.” When he pulled out, Eric went back to licking me, taking my
breath. But when Jude sucked my arousal from his fingers and made a low
appreciative noise in his throat, my body sizzled with an all encompassing
need.

The dark path continues for Erika
and Max as secrets unfold and threaten to destroy all they hold dear…

Erika Walsh’s every dream has come true. She’s received both
critical and public acclaim for her best-selling erotic romance, and has chosen
the magnetic millionaire and BDSM club owner Maxwell Crawford as the keeper of
her heart. Although, her former crush Chris Milton still refuses to accept her
decision. As she plans her wedding to Max, she’s confronted with his past and the
many secrets he’s kept under lock and key –for good reason.

When Max’s older brother, Daniel, a big Hollywood producer falls
ill, Erika and Max rush to Los Angeles to help him recover. Max is shocked to
find Daniel has become the victim of a blackmailer who seeks revenge against
the brothers. Max must confront the loathsome Abraham Rovner, a former
classmate from high school, who has never forgiven him for breaking off their
relationship.

Abraham brings out Max’s lurking deviant nature, which sends
him to a dark place in his mind. Erika must find the strength to help her lover
purge his demons, even though it may come at a major cost for them both.

Releasing December 14th,
2015!!

Book 1-The
Gate

A chance encounter
between a successful author and a billionaire owner of an underground BDSM
club, leads to the most pivotal relationship of their lives…

Erika Walsh has carried a torch for Christopher Milton, heir to her father’s
publishing empire for years. After one steamy make out session she begins to
wonder if it might develop into something more. But when M. L. Crawford, better
known as Max, her father’s publishing rival, seeks her out at a society event,
she’s drawn to his magnetic charisma and powerful demeanor. Their verbal
bantering and innuendo laced overtones stir feelings she never knew existed,
and soon Erika is consumed with knowing the real man under Max’s restrained
public façade.

Erika’s sweet nature and naivety excites Max to near madness. He wants to train
her in the art of seduction and make her succumb to his every wish and
command…as his perfect submissive. Yet, Christopher is determined to keep Erika
from becoming the latest victim of Max’s sinister sexual hungers. He knows all
too well what Max hides in his black soul and will stop at nothing to reveal
all of Max’s secrets in order to protect the one thing he holds dear above all
else- Erika.

Max’s dark desires scare yet arouse Erika, as he opens her eyes to a new bold
world full of passion and ecstasy she never imagined until him. But the biggest
question remains: Is Erika’s craving for Max just an illusion that transpires
behind the walls of The Gate?

Erika has reinvented herself as an author of erotic romance under the
pseudonym, Lily Fredericks. After her eight month sabbatical in New Orleans,
she’s returning to Manhattan to promote her new book. Chris is handling her
book tour and wants Erika to give him another chance. She’s forgiven Chris, but
Max is always in her thoughts. Sick of waiting for Erika to come to her senses,
Max takes matters into his own hands. He’ll go to New Orleans to claim her
before it’s too late.

With Erika back in Manhattan, both Chris and Max try to seduce her in the hopes
she’ll choose one of them. As both men battle for her heart, a woman from Max’s
past reappears, bent on revenge. Chris will ruin Max anyway he can in order to
make Erika his own. However, Max has something up his sleeve to insure he’s the
victor, but not without a price—Erika’s soul.

Can Erika choose between a man who seeks to possess and a man who can’t live
without her?

KT Grant is a
self-proclaimed eccentric redhead who not only loves to read a wide variety of
romances, but also loves writing it. Under her alter-ego, she is a well-known
book blogger who doesn’t shy away from voicing her opinion. A proud native of
New Jersey, KT is multi-published and writes Gay, Lesbian and Straight romance.
KT has been a top ten best-selling author at Amazon, as well as being a
multiple All Romance Ebooks best seller and a Night Owl Reviews Top Author
Pick. KT is also About.com’s Romance Novel Expert and
Columnist.

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